Oh, Everything Looks Bad If

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.